It was dark

so very dark

shadows of black so deep and thick that it was choking, an absolute void. 

Hours, days, YEARS were ticking by in this void, a void seemingly without purpose…

.…. 

…..

until…

*KRAAACKTHOOOM*

the very fabric of this nothing finally was sundered, realizing its purpose once again.

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A cylinder of incomprehensible dimensions and colors appeared, dragging along it.

“Odd”

the void itself seemed to speak its confusion.

”a low-sentience specimen of course, but  self aware? Intelligent even? The CREATORS surely will want to examine it.”

 “oi, T.H.E.T.A., hurry it up already! That mangled humanoid is dying! Repair it! The CREATORS will Looovvvveee studying it! BUT ONLY IF THE DAMN THING IS ALIVE!”

obviously annoyed, the void, or T.H.E.T.A., declined to respond, but the way spacetime shook showed its displeasure at its caretaker.

repairing the frail things soul while inserting it, no him, into the only form available, it sent along the newly made meatsack. But T.H.E.T.A. forgot its most important job in its frustration.

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